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Details | Rhyme |

A Christmas Snow

Follow me and walk down an avenue of Firs To my Log Cabin you'll view, I'm sure you'll concur Overlooking Loch Ness, look in the fields you'll see A herd of beautiful Reindeer roaming so free But it's when you look around, my world glistens It started by walking to here, footsteps to listen Crunching, crunching, crunching, white virgin snow Where here it's normally dark, now it's all aglow As we turn the corner many colours in radiate Glistening amidst the white kaleidoscopic drape Then to the cabin we view, lanterns of every colour Hanging in joyful sway never outdoing each other As we draw nearer through the arched window I see So beautiful in adorn, a most lovely Christmas Tree Through the door we enter, Sleigh Bells in the Snow It's at this time of year, so many many smiles show .

Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2014

Details | ABC |

O' Christmas Card

              *                               *
A bountiful cascade, delivers enchantment,     *    *
             featuring, glittering holograms.
Iridescent jubilance, kindles loveliness.       *
Moonlight nestles over peaceful quietude.

Resplendent stars, twinkle,           *
            uncovering velvet’s wonderland.   *

                                         Xanadu's yuletide zeal 

For the Contest: Snow ABC
Sponsored by yasmin khan
By Carrie Richards 3/13/12

Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2012

Details | Quatrain |

Christmas Cactus Mystery

You hide away in summer

When other blooms fill fields

In a dark room you sit and wait

'Til Christmas time is here

Is it the joy of Christ's birth

That awakens a welcome stranger

Do you peer out to see the light

That hovers above His manger

You are the only flower

That seems to recognize

The hope and peace in hearts

And angelic carols in skies

Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2009

Details | Crystalline |

Frozen In Crystalline-1

The milky flows coat all around
to bring the aria of  Yule’s crown.

Nov. 26, 2014    6.10am

Copyright © Galeo DS | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |


Bursting from within the heart of a blizzard shock wave,
Shutters the flexing eye of this white hurricane storm,
Shattering the inner core into a blazing shards torrent,
A miracle of utter mystical enchantment occurs,
In this ancient incantations sacred spell.
It is a crystallized super nova’s raw force, exploding from
The inner guttural roar of nature giving birth, to
The snow bird of paradise.
In its translucent chamber egg of ice, resting in the
Diamond dust covered nest, lined with crystal frozen gems,
Shimmering beneath the chilling Artic sun, as the
Freezing embrace of mother earth, rocks her starling,
Kindred off spring, waiting, are anticipating its hatching.
Ever tenderly the life within stirs, as if a captured moment
Of purities grace, encapsulated in brilliance opulence,
The shells shard melts away, in a hushed display of beauties
Refinement and complete elegance.
Nature itself seems to hold its very breath, as the
Snow bird rises, for the first motions step, in a swaying
Waltz of harmony.
Behold the snow bird strides forth, fanning her plumage
Behind, a white laced peacock is exposed, unfolding its winged
Feathers delicately, one by one, until the colors
Reflect the light rays from the polar sun.
Gleaming in radiance, the fineries majestic appendages
Sparkle with razzle-dazzles adornments, yet the winds brush
At her downy softness, as if caressing the fleece of a new
Born lamb’s wool, ever so gently.
Plumages lace of snowflakes spread wide, in a splendors display
Of glitz and glamour, as the fluffy strains ripple in the night winds
Whispering, come along my beautiful creation, it is time to warm
My soil with springs everlasting promise, once more.


Copyright © cherl dunn | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |


Beneath my bark is a whisper stilled in silence,
Scrolled within my rings of age, is a wish waiting
To be answered.
A timeless spark, infused engrain's of wooden pulp,
Legacies promise sense before my birth’s germination,
My special reason for existence.
Warmed by the sun’s rays, cradled by Mother Nature’s
Loving embrace, I’ve grown in the shadows of my elders,
My brethren of the forest wilds.
Tenderly a sprout grew forth, within me a secret kept
Unto myself alone, happily watching the world passes
Ideally by, as seasons changed from spring, to summer,
Yielding unto fall, then covered beneath
Blankets of chilling white.
I fear not the slicing of the human ax, or mourn
For having to leave thy native soil rich and warm,
For my life’s secret is coming true you see,
Mine inner Gift is to be a Christmas tree.
Blazing chains of sparkling lights shall grace
My branches of evergreen, as trims silvery tinsel
Hangs from my strong timbered limbs, that
Shine in the glowing warmth of this magical
Holiday called Christmas.
Crowning from above, admiration's highest branch
Lies a sacred symbol of ages eon’s long ago passed
A brilliant star of opulence, twinkling in the twilight’s
After glow of this special season.
Its eternal light weaves its mystical rays through my
Thick branches of pine, casting a shining upon the
Manjor hidden underneath, behold the greatest gift
Ever given, a simple child of the everlasting spirit.
Beneath my bark is a whisper stilled in silence,
Scrolled within my rings of age, is a wish waiting
To be answered.
A timeless spark, infused engrain's of wooden pulp,
Legacies promise sense before my birth’s germination,
My special reason for existence.


Copyright © cherl dunn | Year Posted 2014

Details | Verse |

My Christmas Dream

My Christmas Dream is for a
More peaceful and calm world 
For all of mankind as the clock  
Of the twenty-first century ticks
Away before us and all of us seek
To meet the many daily challenges 
And travails of life that impact us
And the planet we all live on since
The Earth is our very home for the
Entire human race, animals, insects,
And all of the varieties of sea creatures
And wondrous plant life that grows
And flourishes as part of God’s most
Divine Plan which is certainly worth
Our attention and desire to address
Our shortfalls and shortcomings in
Making sure that the Earth and all of 
Mankind are compatible and we can
Meet the destiny and final glory that 
God has planned for all of us—Amen  

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
(December 11, 2014) (Verse)

Copyright © Gary Bateman | Year Posted 2014

Details | Haiku |

Christmas and Celtic Wreath

pine cones dormant
     in a crown
of woven greenery

Andrea's Haiku contest
     Christmas 2010

Copyright © linda milgate | Year Posted 2010

Details | Rhyme |

A Christmas Snow

The window panes frosted before the night
While winds blew through the naked trees
I'll sit and watch with child like delight
The soft falling snow that dances with ease

Frozen crystals will find a different form
The emotion is warm as serenity sings
and Christmas lights have their platform
I'll watch the snow fall, the beauty it brings

To see a painting framed before my eyes
That hangs in stillness and covering all
The wonder and calmness can mesmerize
as I watch creation and feel in awe

To enter this painting with due respect
and see each fragile flake and their design
To know that man is not the architect
Makes my soul shiver and my heart align

This blessing that paints a purer shield
To ease the mind from its daily spin
That leaves my footprints in a covered field
To look back at tracks ,to see where I've been

contest A Christmas Snow

Copyright © Frederic Parker | Year Posted 2014

Details | Cinquain |

Like Christmas

White moon
Like white snow flakes
Falls softly from the sky
Fire flies hang above the tree
top high.

Copyright © Earle Brown | Year Posted 2010

Details | Abecedarian |


Angel has fallen from the top of the tree
Broken baubles lay strewn by the door
Christmas chaos caused by the cat
Damaged branches and lights on the floor!
Eager hands clear up the mess
For today we should rejoice
Glorious news that baby Jesus was born In Bethlehem
His birth is the reason we celebrate on Christmas Day. 
Icicles may hang on trees like icy fingers
Jack frost will try to nip our nose and toes
Keep well wrapped up and try to stay warm.
Lots of lovely food adorns our festive table
Many hungry tummies are soon to be filled
No, I can't possibly eat another mouthful ….
Overeaten and now we all want to fall asleep!
Presents are unwrapped; hear the whoops of delight
Queen’s speech is on the television at 3 o’clock prompt
Repeats of films we love to see every year – 
Sound of Music and a James Bond film are always on!
Time to go outside and enjoy the fresh air
Underfoot the snow is crisp and deep
Verdant gardens are dusted with sparkling snow
Winter is a wonderful time of year.
Xenops is a bird we won’t see on our winter walk
You may be lucky to see a robin redbreast
Zigzagging through the swirling snowflakes.

Contest form A
Sponsored by Broken Wings

Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2016

Details | Abecedarian |

Natures call at Christmas- Contest

all is calm this winters night
branches heavy with snow,
creating twinkling  icy patterns
delighting the eye as we take in the show.
everywhere you look, natures decorations
fondle everything, a wintery scene, 
greetings they seem to say, be
happy this Christmas day, because,   
in a stable so long ago
Jesus was born to save our souls
kind and generous the son of God.
let us light up the candles, carollers sing out
many words about God on high,
nature adds the back drop to the nativity
oh how the voices ring, echoing throughout the land
peace is the magic word, peace of mind 
quarrelling we seem to have a plenty,
rows between nations seems the norm, like
squirrels for ever arguing over hidden nuts 
the politicians, should listen to natures call, to
unite together to forgive the past.
voices can be heard coming out of the mist
welcoming all, let's enjoy this precious time.
xmas the word conjures up a snowy white glow
yuletide time for natures show.
zany memories to forever hold.

Penned 29 December 2015

Copyright © Seren Roberts | Year Posted 2015

Details | Ballad |


Let frigid winter come,
it feels nice to be lonesome,
seeing myself snuggled up
in a comfort blanket holding a cup
of cocoa by this warm fireplace...
while the wanderer's frozen face
is dotted with the whitest snowflakes
as he rubs his red, freckled nose!

Isn't this an unforgettable moment
to delight me feeling the thrill
of the Season with its distinct chill?
Isn't this the magic of Christmas
when joy is felt in a calm land
by the sound of chiming bells?

Let frigid winter come and cover everything in glistening, deep snow,
and 'though the evening will not have the moon's glow,
brightness can lead my footsteps really far...
shouldn't I play a Christmas song on this guitar?
I will go from house to house and knock on every door...
tingle everyone with great joy by spreading the message of the Savior! 

I'm very confident that going back home
stars will gleam and children will roam:
singing, shouting, swirling and throwing heavy  snowballs;
happy angels will be heard on gelid gulls,
but who minds waiting in the bitter cold... 
when a Divine Child comes down to redeem the sinful world?  

Entered in Carol Sunshine Brown's  contest,
" Fire And Ice "
Written by Andrew Crisci
on 12/ 3/ 2012

Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2012

Details | Jueju |

Christmas Memory

I recall one Christmas eve,
It had not snowed at all;
At dawn I could not believe,
            Delicate white snowfall.

November 19, 2015


For the contest, Any Poem Written This Week, sponsor, Skat

Ninth Place

Copyright © Broken Wings | Year Posted 2015

Details | Epigram |


the dark-
a Christmas star

Note:Poinsettia - such a Christmas delight-A tribute to the American of the same name who 
ontroduced it to the US and from there to Europe.What an epitaph to have

Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2008

Details | Abecedarian |

CHRISTMAS Abecedarian

Amorous is the tingling touch they feel
Blooming kisses as flaming as red bells
Convey passion in their glowing eyes 
Directing fantasy-filled thoughts outside
Enamored by the heavy snowfall on the elms
Farther they vanish into the hushed hills of night
Gorgeous and calm is the scenery of pure white
Dashing sleights plunge downhill as screams rise  
Ensuing the feeling of glee in the northern sphere
Gorging on almond cookies is heavenly delight
Hot chestnuts steaming on logs are tempting 
Increasing their aroma in rooms and nostrils
Jugs with hot chocolate take away all shivers
Kettle whistles for grandma's black tea 
Leaner than anyone she'll be a centenarian
Mother prepares a lavish tray of appetizers   
Neapolitan superb cuisine in every delicious bite
Overjoyed by the compliments she has received
Pours Asti Spumante* in thin and tall glasses
Quetzal in cage watches and chirps for some 
Raging is the fluttering of wings being ignored
Sinking in somber mood he becomes somnolent
Time for a caffe macchiato with Panettone*
Ultimatum for those dozing off on the sofa                             
Vibrant is the response invigorating their thrill
While outside lampposts give off their gleam
Xenophobe of a massive storm seems insidious
Year is ending in a festive house that loves Christmas
Zealous faces look up and ask Jesus for His blessing

* Asti Spumante is an Italian white sparkling wine.
* Panettone is an Italian sweet bread
   with candied fruit and raisins.

Entered in Shadow Hamilton's contest,
" Christmas Abecedarian "
Written on 12/ 30/ 2015

Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |

Christmas delights!

Clouds garland snow capped mountain peak
Icy snow butterflies melt kisses upon my nose
Puffs of warm, moist breath balloons billow out before me,
quickly chilling, disappearing before my eyes
Crunching snow compacts beneath booted feet
Prints set deep, little more than momentary reminder 
of where you have stepped before
Crisp white blanket glints
almost winking it’s Christmas card welcome
as it’s vast white carpet spreads before you beckoning 
All of nature along with everything manmade becomes anew
Nothing seems out of place
A bird lands on branch of tree causing cascade of padded canopy
New mound takes position with little noticed effect on perfect landscape

Children laugh and run as they hurl packed balls at one another
Dashing, darting, ducking and returning rogue ammunition
to offending hand and screams of pleasure
Slipping, falling they tumble over repeatedly 
Waving arms and legs, when finally still to create snow angels
Then, standing up clothed as abominable snowman
Giving rise to fresh ideas as new creation begins with rolling snow
Bigger and bigger they chase and push, packing tight as they go
Another ball a little smaller to place on top of first for head
Then off they scatter in all directions looking to clothe their model
Returning with woollen hat scarf 
carrot and stones to place as eyes nose and mouth with button features
Admiring they know their masterpiece shall be short-lived
For mother nature’s hand will chance to create another slushy muddy puddle

Copyright © Anna-Marie Docherty | Year Posted 2009

Details | Narrative |

Deep In The Horizon

First comes Spring, with daisies and Easter eggs, 
And little girls running around wearing their Sunday best.
My peony's start blooming, followed by
long walks with my dog, who is sniffing around
fire hydrants for the first time in 3 months.
The sun's eyes are open later, 
While the moon takes his time rising deep in the horizon,
And the stars are just  so much more,

Summer brings newness and fresh green everything,
Everywhere it spreads, wherever it can touch and see.
The burning heat is combined with sweating, 
which then turns into family reunions,
Followed by swimming with my cousins.
And I can hear the sound of tiny footprints on lawns 
Running through the neighbor's favorite sprinkler.
And sweet smell of marshmallows to eat,
	-at dusk.

My favorite one of them all, would have to be the Fall,
The sweet scent of fire lingering through the
Twilit cool breeze,
And there are yellow, orange and red leaves falling,
Like confetti from a pinata, 
They have a certain destination in mind,
Mostly it's for my children collecting them with papa,
Or using them for their 3rd grade Science project.
Families all over the world get to do one thing, 
At the same time...
Collect nature's beauty marks,
And jump so excitingly among,
	-the beauty of a season..

Not too long after that, the Winter I saved for last.
Not because I don't appreciate this weathered season,
But because there's nothing better than that first time
You can see your breath when you breathe.
I'll never forget the first time I woke up as a child,
Gazed out our front porch window,
And experiencing awe for the very first time and saw,
Snow dipped pine trees with little green, and a lot of white.
There are icicles dangling reflecting a prism into
All surrounding light, and when they decide it's time to melt,
It's about that time of year when the sun stays up a little later,
And when the moon takes his time rising deep in the horizon.
And when the stars are just so much more..

Copyright © Laura Loo | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |

Story About Santa Contest

Sponsor: Carol Eastman

Long before Christmas had become a jolly folklore,
I met a grandfatherly man...
He was clean shaven, tiny and crabby,
And always wore a floppy black suit, his name was Mr. Atnas.

See, I was at such a tender young age,
full of innocence and make believe...
I lived in a small village on a small island towards the northern plateau,
Waters of the Arctic Ocean surrounded it,
all the people in the village called it Samtsirhc, residing in
the North Pole.

At that time, the village was dark and dreary,
The sun wouldn't shine for days,

One gloomy Tuesday I went to work at my Papa's
gift shop.
It had been passed down for generations, and one day
it will be mine...
I learned at a young age how  to use the cash register and stock
the post cards.

I saw Mr. Atnas walking into the shop and my heart raced,
anticipating what he will say or do.
As I stared at him he slowly walked up to me.
“HEY YOU! I need help now!
What's taking you so long!!”
My Papa was chopping wood for sweet Ms. Sualc,
who had just lost her husband, so it was up to me to help.
He screamed, “I'm looking for wood for my furnace!”

I scrambled my words anxiously..
“ Mmmmrr. Atttnasss.....
Mmyy ppappa iis choppping some
woood iiin the bacck..
I willl gooo gett ssommme ffor youu.”
About two minutes later,
I hurried back to Mr. Atnas with his wood.
“Heere yyouu ggo sir...”
I didn't hear a thank you, just nothing but silence 
and glaring eyes.
As we were walking up to the 
register, I heard a loud trembling noise..
“Oh no Mr. Atnas, are you ok?”
He had fallen on his back and I could tell
he was in pain, he said,
“Oh YOU BOY I need help getting up,”
I just knew I would fall again
since I forgot my cane.”
So I screamed for Papa, and heard nothing..
I put my right arm around his neck 
and my left arm down by his waist.
He started to limp and gradually caught his breath and stood up.
I could see sincere relief in his eyes, he whispered
while taking a deep breath.
“You sweet boy, thank you so much.
I'm sorry I was so mean to you earlier.
A few minutes went by and he had to pay for the wood.
He checked all his pockets and realized he had
forgotten his wallet...
Sweet Ms. Saulc, standing behind him whispers..
“Oh dear Mr, Atnas, may I please pay
this bill for you?
I would be delighted.”
Mr. Atnas was in shock, for
it was twice today he had been 
touched by generosity...

Then came Wednesday, and 
I woke up to sunshine bliss, 
with snow blanketed on every pine tree,
Rainbow colored lights emitting beauty 
to all in the village.
“What a marvelous thing
mother nature has brought us!”

There was a castle made of gingerbread cookies, 
candy canes draping over every needle of all of the trees.
Beautiful green tinted windows on the castle that was 
right before me. 
It was just beautiful.
Lit up garland streamed
over every corner, golden glass
for all 4 doors.
The magnitude ran for miles.. 
Blinking red and green flashes on those old dreary bushes.

And wow, a snowman! I had always heard
about them, but have never actually
seen any!
Chocolate covered sweets lining up for infinity,
reaching the castle in our village in the North Pole.

I noticed eight reindeer galloping in front
of the castle.
"Such marvelous animals I've never
seen in the light of day!"

In wondrous awe, I saw a man..
I thought, “when did he move here and why?
Out comes a plumpy humpty dumpty man
wearing an over sized red suit with candy canes
hanging on all of the seams.
Long white-grayish beard down to his sternum.
And a red long laying hat with a white cotton ball on the top
with delicate glasses to see.
“Ho Ho Ho!!! Merry Christmas to our village of Samtsirhc!!
It took me a minute but I realized that Samtsirhc
backwards is...CHRISTMAS...
How clever is he!
I ran up to him full of intrigue and he greets me with a smile.
I thought...”hmmmm, he looks very familiar..”
I looked into his eyes and noticed he had a slight limp,
and unbelievably it was crabby Mr. Atnas! 
Wow! What has happened to him? 
What is going on? HOW IS THIS POSSIBLE???
He said, “Oh, sweet boy, you have helped
me live a life of joy and kindness.
My name now is Santa.
Starting today, dear boy, our
village in the North Pole shall be 
nothing but vivid dreams of sunshine.
All the little children shall be full of lollipops and gracious gifts,
made from my little elves in the workshop.”
For every year on this day, we will celebrate joy
and gratitude with wonderful fellowship
through out the world!"
As I was listening to him with anticipation 
for days to come, I realized that Santa is Atnas backwards! 
Out of the corner of my eye appeared an old angelic woman,
it took me a minute but I realized it!! 
It was sweet lady Ms. Saulc...
For now she shall be called Mrs. Claus..
What a beautiful sight to see!
Such a lovely couple and how
wonderful is it that today will be
known as Christmas Day.

Long before Christmas had become a jolly folklore,
I met a grandfatherly man...
Santa was his name, dressed in all red,
with big jolly hands...

Written By: Laura Loo
Date Written: December 19, 2015

Copyright © Laura Loo | Year Posted 2015

Details | Verse |

The Sun Is In The Sky (A Christmas poem)

What a lovely day it is
The sun is in the sky.
The wind has stopped its howling,
I feel very much alive.

I gaze out of my window
It’s peaceful and serene.
I look up at his smiling face
And say, "Where have you been?"

His smile gets wider, brighter
The clouds all disappear;
He says," I’ve just been hiding
But now I’ve reappeared.

"I’ll brighten up your garden
And the gently flowing stream;
With a myriad of colours
That will make your life a dream.

"I’ve stopped by for a moment
To bring you some good cheer,
to wish you a Merry Christmas
and a Happy, Bright New Year."

Copyright © Robert Davidson | Year Posted 2009

Details | Rhyme |

Christmas Magic

Braised by the sparkle of snow on the ground.
Drawn by a tapered moon.
Chilled by the air you rise to hound
then startled by the crumpled tune.

Mist floating heavy with sweat on the banks.
Damp to the open mouth.
Ice crusting over to give it's thanks
with winds giving way to the south.

Black oily skies in overcast clouds
dampening the moonlight to dim.
Crescendos of light forming covenant shrouds
with joy giving way to a hymn.

White crested branches of snow covered trees.
Praying for flakes that still fall.
Hoping there's still, some in the breeze
who'll make it to ground in a squall.

Spells in the wind are telling their stories.
Hoping you'll feel Christmas Magic.
For those who will listen to all their glories,
or wouldn't; would that be tragic!

Copyright © Trevor McLeod | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |

Christmas Waltz

Snowflakes waltz on cold breezes

Remembered dance steps centuries old

Changing partners on a whim

Caring not whose creation they will trim


Father North Wind interjects boldly

Guiding the familiar waltzing journey

As flake swirls and spin gracefully

Always retaining their individuality


Jack Frost, his night shift ending

Leaps and twirls from place to place

Freezing morning dew, now expanding,

Preparing for the dance troupe landing


Mother Nature, the definitive director

Observes diligently each intricate design

Ever mindful of their desired destination

Knowing each becomes a Christmas decoration


Blissfully unaware of the preparations for the show

Children awaken to blankets of snow

Hastily donning coats, caps, boots and gloves

 Father Christmas, delighted, smiles down from above

Note:  I wrote this last winter during the Christmas Season.  Hope you enjoy.  Merry Christmas !!!

Copyright © Debra Squyres | Year Posted 2011

Details | Dodoitsu |


A season ago we stood
in this spot where the pine grove
was greener than the thick grass,
we looked above and saw stars.

Then was a starlit August,
a month all lovers adore,
but returning in December...
the pine grove had turned white.

Ah! No longer we could spread 
our blanket and dream as kids!
Ah! No longer the stars would
gather and shed light on us!  

And since not one pine tree was
adorned with lights, an idea
sparked our Yule imagination:
to put a star on all of them!

Entered in Russell Sivey's contest,
" Natural Dodoitsu "
Written  by Andrew Crisci on 12/26/12

Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2012

Details | Haiku |

Christmas Gifts

Santa stuffs stockings
Pomegranates, juice, bees wax 
Chocolate tree nuts

Copyright © Leon Stacey | Year Posted 2006

Details | Free verse |


They’ve hauled me into the parlour,
secure in terracotta packed with soil,
to sit awhile before my ritual humiliation.
Soon I will be baubled,
showy, gaudy, tinselled –
the court jester who will keep
them smiling through their feast –
and burdened with things that dangle,
like a tart’s cheap earrings,
and those little wooden reindeer,
hand-painted, made in Korea.

But for now they seem
to contemplate my noble nakedness,
their eyes detained by something
unplumbed in their reality;
and they are silenced, for just an instant,
by a notion, perhaps, of distant green,
a timeless forest that impinges
on the periphery of their awareness,
seeing me as I would remain,
could they but permit
such an insult to their tradition.

Copyright © Andrew John | Year Posted 2013

Details | Heroic Couplets |

The Christmas Tree

I just love the Christmas tree which we welcome into our homes, 
Symbolising nature, the natural, challenging our views and roams;
Settling in our cosy living rooms, the empire of many, each of us, 
Independent, not asking for anything: assistance, change or fuss.

The Christmas fir tree came from Denmark, from Christians there, 
From Hans-Christian Andersen in a short story in which he did care, 
About children and their thoughts of growing up and finding Christianity:
He pertained that process to the growth of the majestic fir tree, big and lusty. 

But I in my childhood related the tree to evolution, its process and sway, 
Said that I derive from it something steady, living and quite happy;
I just ignored the original drive of Andersen’s The Fir-Tree, 
For my own accepting arms for nature which accepted me. 

Evolution never possesses, but awaits eternally for recognition, 
Of itself, that relative, that descendant relation of honour and attribution,  
It gives the right the speak and not just about itself, but about anything, 
And marries a therapist in its act of anticipation, actively caring. 

Evolution includes everyone, excludes none whatsoever, none at all, 
The whole fluctuates by those who fall, the ordinary and the tall;
Every day behaviour ultimately affects genes which are passed on in time, 
So importance is bestowed upon all, saving each one from the dumb mime. 

Copyright © Rhoda Monihan | Year Posted 2015

Details | I do not know? |

Yes or No ,,, all I want for Christmas is a Question Mark

Agreement feels like a back tickle
smells like magnolia
sounds like soft crickets and rushing water
looks like the bright moon
tastes like milk

Disagreement feels like a toe stub
smells like rotted vegs
sounds like fingernails running down blackboards
looks like the pic took of you at fourteen
tastes like medicine

Not  so much difference, eh?

Copyright © Nancy Jones | Year Posted 2011

Details | Rhyme |

Leggy Bird and a Vintage Wine

What i love
About Christmas time
Is a leggy bird
And a vintage wine

With succulent breasts
And a figure so tanned
When i wash my hands
She'll soon be manned

She's the type of bird
Who leaves me well fed
With a glass of wine
I'm ready for bed

But this little bird
Can sure last longer
For she double serves
And my hungry heart grows fonder

At my table she sits
In anticipation
As my hands delight
She has my admiration

This delicious bird on Christmas Day
Is natures Turkey, a delight I'll say
And just before we sit down to eat
We are incredibly thank full, for such a treat

My entry for Donna Golden's contest " Turkey Tribute "

Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2009

Details | Free verse |

December Has Romanced Me Once Again-Contest

"December" Contest

Somewhere after fall but before the Spring,
The white mist of snow whispers in my ear,
Such delicate words I have heard from all the de-leaved branches,
Streak in the cloudy skies,
	-has romanced me once again.

For December has arrived,
He has brought the unveiling cold,
All the magnificant pine trees,
Wearing snow capped blankets,
Little green with a great deal of white,
I recall being a diminutive child,
Staring out from that solid wood bay window,
In amazement at how the snow could be so opulent.
I see those reflecting prisms,
Like a rainbow under the moon,
All the surrounding light flashes,
For the icicles have found their way back,
Frozen water, so acute and piercing,
Above our front porch door,
Please don't knock them off,
They tell me they're dangerous, 
But to me they are just what I needed,
	-that time in my life.

It's time is decorate for the spirit of the season,
Red and green, maybe with a little bit of gold,
Tall pine trees in our homes,
Full of exquisite memories of growing up.
And then comes the last day on the 31st,
Time to ring in the New Year with family,
And we cheer for all the promises of resolutions,
No matter how cold it gets,
These memories will keep me warm.

And as I sit by that solid wood bay window,
I am amazed at how the snow could be so opulent,
The streak in the cloudy skies,
	-has romanced me once again.

5th Place Winner

Copyright © Laura Loo | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme |


From this glazed window over the wide and bare plain,
I contemplate mounts covered in white...
breathing the purest air, watching a kite 
fly in a cloudless sky that yesterday was filled with rain! 

Do I wish for spring? No, because landscapes attest
that winter is also beauty despite cold and snow!
Do I feel great sadness? No, because stillness is rest
for a weary spirit like mine surviving on a warm glow!  

Cuddled up in a wool blanket that grandma crocheted
on harsh winter nights, I'm munching on warm bread...
the kind baked in a break oven so deliciously crunchy;
winter stay, let me reminisce those past ones so hasty!   

For many winter days are dreary, for me it's subtle silence that lasts... 
allowing more serene thoughts that have a better reflective view!
Do I rather see snow than a green meadow gleaming with dew?
My answer is yes, because it rushes in another awaited Christmas! 

From this glazed window over the bare and wide plain,
I spot a lonely shallow struggling and feeling much pain;
it stayed behind to discover a beautiful season that the others dislike...
fly into my palm, small bird and admire those mounts covered in white!

Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2013